I was just wrapping my head around this city being surrounded by dinosaurs and how it all seems like a bad case of deja vu..but now people are being magically made to tell the truth? What is this bullshit? God, I miss my life before time travel. It was shitty, but it made sense.

I hate it when you get all sentimental. It makes me affectionate. Except I don't actually hate it and I think you know that even if I wasn't being compelled to write the truth.

Why are we even pouring over this? I still like having you around. You still like having me around. We've been through too much shit to pretend that's probably not always going to be true. I'm going to be here as whatever you need me to be. Because at the end of the day you're still my partner, Mick. In crime. In debauchery. In pseudo-heroism. And whatever else. I just want you to be happy and you can decide how I fit into that. I think we've both earned that. Give yourself some time to remember and get comfortable with this place.

Me and the Flash. That Flash. I've been here s lot longer than you or Palmer. Going in a year now? I'm losing track. But we've both seen people come and go and we were there for each other when we needed to be. His name's Barry, by the way. Barry Allen. He had a girlfriend too. Iris. I was fine with that and he was fine with you. It sounds more complicated than it actually is. And for the record I didn't just pull you out of hiding for the job. I missed you and didn't know how to apologize so I thought that shiny new toy and a super hero to play with would be a good start. It just turns out that super hero was more fun to play with than I thought.